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He
tore
it
open
and
drew
out
a
card
which
read
:
The
Now
and
Then
ClubWill
Hold
Its
FirstWinter
Dinner
DanceAt
the
Home
ofDouglas
Trumbull135
Wykeagy
AveOn
Thursday
,
December
4You
Are
Cordially
InvitedWill
You
Kindly
Reply
to
Miss
Jill
Trumbull
?
On
the
back
of
this
,
though
,
in
the
same
scrawly
hand
that
graced
the
envelope
was
written
:
"
Dear
Mr.
Griffiths
:
Thought
you
might
like
to
come
.
It
will
be
quite
informal
.
And
I
'm
sure
you
'll
like
it
.
If
so
,
will
you
let
Jill
Trumbull
know
?
Sondra
Finchley
.
"
Quite
amazed
and
thrilled
,
Clyde
stood
and
stared
.
For
ever
since
that
second
contact
with
her
,
he
had
been
more
definitely
fascinated
than
at
any
time
before
by
the
dream
that
somehow
,
in
some
way
,
he
was
to
be
lifted
from
the
lowly
state
in
which
he
now
dwelt
.
He
was
,
as
he
now
saw
it
,
really
too
good
for
the
Commonplace
world
by
which
he
was
environed
.
And
now
here
was
this
--
a
social
invitation
issued
by
the
"
Now
and
Then
Club
,
"
of
which
,
even
though
he
had
never
heard
of
it
,
must
be
something
since
it
was
sponsored
by
such
exceptional
people
.
And
on
the
back
of
it
,
was
there
not
the
writing
of
Sondra
herself
?
How
marvelous
,
really
!
So
astonished
was
he
that
he
could
scarcely
contain
himself
for
joy
,
but
now
on
the
instant
must
walk
to
and
fro
,
looking
at
himself
in
the
mirror
,
washing
his
hands
and
face
,
then
deciding
that
his
tie
was
not
just
right
,
perhaps
,
and
changing
to
another
--
thinking
forward
to
what
he
should
wear
and
back
upon
how
Sondra
had
looked
at
him
on
that
last
occasion
.
And
how
she
had
smiled
.
At
the
same
time
he
could
not
help
wondering
even
at
this
moment
of
what
Roberta
would
think
,
if
now
,
by
some
extra
optical
power
of
observation
she
could
note
his
present
joy
in
connection
with
this
note
.
For
plainly
,
and
because
he
was
no
longer
governed
by
the
conventional
notions
of
his
parents
,
he
had
been
allowing
himself
to
drift
into
a
position
in
regard
to
her
which
would
certainly
spell
torture
to
her
in
case
she
should
discover
the
nature
of
his
present
mood
,
a
thought
which
puzzled
him
not
a
little
,
but
did
not
serve
to
modify
his
thoughts
in
regard
to
Sondra
in
the
least
.
That
wonderful
girl
!
That
beauty
!
That
world
of
wealth
and
social
position
she
lived
in
!
At
the
same
time
so
innately
pagan
and
unconventional
were
his
thoughts
in
regard
to
all
this
that
he
could
now
ask
himself
,
and
that
seriously
enough
,
why
should
he
not
be
allowed
to
direct
his
thoughts
toward
her
and
away
from
Roberta
,
since
at
the
moment
Sondra
supplied
the
keener
thought
of
delight
.
Roberta
could
not
know
about
this
.
